Now I was being allowed to work my magic at her womanhood, with talent of tongue and lots of lip-smacking smooches and even my nose got to tickle her nookie; as I inhaled the heady mix and savor Susie’s sinful sauces. She was beginning to have her hips rise and her moans were more and more like she was approaching climax. But again, not the in the mode I desired as a gratification which would be for us both. It was almost time to make the move to between her thighs. I was sure she was more than slick enough for me to stick my stinger in her honey-pot. She had enough pot and this honey blond was open as a blossom in the bright morning. I was the son who wanted to shine on her petals, only one thing kept us from the consummation of our growing desire.
As I had learned from Shannon, these sorts of seductions had to be handled ‘delicately’. Delicious as the moment was and as licentious as our liaison was, it need to be an inevitable moment of incest. Even though technically it wasn’t consanguine, it was unsanctioned, and I would not rape any woman, though gladly would I ravage at her request. Thus I needed her to ask, beg or somehow confess ‘that she couldn’t stop herself, nor me, from the spiraling coil of coitus that carried us into compulsory copulation; the urgent stirrings that overcomes the conscience, the physical craving that makes mincemeat of morality, the burning lust that sweeps all rational thought and emotional inhibitions aside. That flood of need for the two of you to unite, and rejoice in each other’s rutting revels together.
But I guess it wasn’t such a delicate moment when Susie suddenly cried out, “Fuck me, FucK Me! FUCK ME!! FUUCCKK MMEEE!!” But it was certainly the go ahead point for our genitals to be hitched in tandem. Like the pistol into its custom holster, I socked my loaded weapon into her sheath. ‘And away we went!’ as the saying goes. Like rabbits, hunching in rapid motion to make the most of the time we were having fun. After I had brought the first of her pent-up cums to fruition, I concentrated on making my banana last as long as possible, so that her split was not creamed too early. Having tasted her appetizer, before the main course, I wanted to make sure that she got all the desserts she deserved. Then I could be allowed to cream. Bad jokes, I know but great sex!
Perhaps it was the grass, or my youth, maybe the naughty (or was it nasty) sin of having her step-son in her bed; possibly the return to the heterosexual side of the street, or the just novelty of another man – like the new experience of making it with a woman; or the whole weirdly insane scene that these blended into, within only just a few days of each other. Whatever the combined effects of the factors that went on inside Susie’s body and brain and heart, she really was rock-&-rolling, after that first orgasm; her climaxes kept on exploding, chains of cums and big bombs blasting off, she was multi-O‘d to the Nth degree!
She wanted it from all angles, every several minutes we would switch to a new position, after she had had a cum or two. I was on top, then she scissored her legs around to doggie; flipped over to be on top with her riding me, then we went back to missionary. I had never realized that she was so gymnastic! Like having the tiger by the tail, I had to hang on, so that I would survive the experience with this wild pussy! Finally, having lost and regained my tumescence once or twice in the merry melee, as I floated on her form while fucking the manic minx who I was making love to, I managed to get my own climax accomplished. I pressed deep and felt my tip bump her uterus nubs.